Tis misfortune that awakens ingenuity, or fortitude, or endurance, in hearts where these qualities had never come to life but for the circumstance which gave them a being.

She had not character enough to take to drinking, and moaned about, slip-shod and in curl-papers, all day.

What man's life is not overtaken by one or more of those tornadoes that send us out of the course, and fling us on rocks to shelter as best we may?

Taste is something quite different from fashion, superior to fashion.

A woman's heart is just like a lithographer's stone; what is once written upon it cannot be rubbed out.

The tallest and the smallest among us are so alike diminutive and pitifully base, it is a meanness to calculate the difference.

Ah! Vanitas Vanitatum! Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?-Come, children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.